Be quiet, I'm Talking

Mal stared at the wall from her position on the bed, curled up and looking rather depressed. If she got warm wouldn't her desires go all sorts of crazy? The Doctor had even admitted she would be hit with it worse than before. Seriously, was that possible? Well, yes. Yes it probably was. That was very unfortunate for Mal. Very. And how long, exactly, did this stuff run in her veins? Hours? Days? Weeks? For the love of god let it be hours because Mal was certain she'd find a way to knock herself out if it was any longer. Maybe she should just look for a way right now. But no, moving meant heating up faster. So she was just going to lie here.

She started to mumble to herself, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth. If there was one thing that drove her absolutely mad it was anticipation. Just waiting for things to happen, waiting for things to end. And speaking from experience anything painful was drawn out so moments felt like hours. Oh god, was that what this was going to be like? There was a solution to her problems but in her, somewhat, clear mind she didn't want to go there. Not again.

Mal was rolling around on her bed until she was wrapped up in the blanket. The heat instantly hit her and she started to struggle in an attempt to free herself. Sadly, the blankets made a very good restraint and the more she struggled, the tighter it seemed to wind around her. The only reason she had done this in the first place was to get her mind off of the very, very dirty things running through her mind. Maybe she should have just ran on the spot. Apparently if you exert physical energy it can calm you down. Apparently. But it was too late for that, she was stuck. Mal began to swear loudly and kick viciously. This only served to make her fall off the bed with a grunt, loosening the blanket enough for her to crawl her way out of it. After she'd known freedom again, Mal smacked her face in the ground and just groaned. She was sweating from the stress, moving around in her discomfort. This was so unfair. If only the Doctor knew how she felt. Actually.. if he knew how she felt he'd be in here right now. That seemed like the best idea ever but Mal was quite aware the Time Lord was avoiding her. By no fault of his own, of course. If Mal was him she'd dump the sex-crazed bloke off and flew to the opposite side of the universe. But she guess this is what made the Doctor better than her. But you know what would make him perfect? If he'd just get in here and help her. Mal would probably result to begging just to make it happen.

Mal was vibrating so hard she felt like if she was an earthquake she'd be able to wipe out a whole country in mere moments. She just laid there on the floor before rolling on the ground. Roll and roll and roll until she hit the wall. Rolling pin, baking, cookies, delicious, sugar, sweet... No, food was also not a good topic to think about. You could do a great deal of interesting things with food. Okay. Okay, different topic. Uh... Uh... Uh!

"Screw this!" Mal scrambled to her feet and stormed to the door. Except when she turned the knob it appeared to be locked. She gaped in disbelief before banging aggressively on the door. "Let me out! Oi, let me out! Doctor! I'm dying!" She even began to claw at the door before sliding down the door and banging her head against it. It hurt but it wasn't hard enough to do any real damage to her. The real embarrassing part was when she pawed at the doorknob again it popped open. It hadn't even been locked in the first place.

Mal was already on her hands and knees, looking up at the opening door with a gaping expression. She felt stupid but at least she was free!

Mal stared at the open door with  blank expression.  She was trying to gage what her next move should be.  That all depended where the Doctor was, didn't it?  He was more than likely in the control room since that's where he said he'd be and there was always some tinkering the TARDIS needed that he probably was attending to.  So that meant it would be safe for her to move around a bit, right?

No, no, no.  Don't be stupid just stay where you are.  
But I'm suffocating in this tiny room!  
Okay... fine, just walk around a bit and come right back.  The control room is off limits.
But... but.. but..
No buts!  
Oh my god, Mal, are you talking to yourself?  
Maybe... yes.  
Nutter.
Still... stay out of the control room.
Fine.

She scrubbed her hands down her face that was just too hot before getting to her feet and peeking out the door.  The coast was clear and she started to walk along, let her finger tips drift along the walls.  Her other hand was slapped over her mouth and nose since his scent was bloody everywhere.  The more time that passed the more agitated she became.  Mal was quite convinced she had never been this frustrated in her life.  

A nice cold glass of something sounded brilliant.  It wouldn't have the same effect as sitting in the ice had, right?  She was just... drinking.  Speaking of drinking she wished she had a bottle of scotch.  It was much easier to pass the time when you were inebriated.  But alas she figured she'd settle for iced tea or some sort.  

Well, she regretted the decision when she walked in the kitchen and he was there... eating a banana.  Mal just stared at him and her eye began to twitch.  Her tone was dark, quiet, "Are you freakin' kidding me?"  In her panicked rage she grabbed a bowl of fruit next to her and started throwing things at him.  She began to shout now.  "You're suppose to be in the control room, idiot!"

"Small room? Small room?! You want me to stay in there with no fluids whatsoever to flush out this...this... damned stuff in my veins! You have no idea!! Ugh!" Mal kept hurling things at her, unable to think about her argument in the blind rage she was in. Sexual frustration wasn't fun, that much was for certain. And this bloke said he'd be in the control room. It was suppose to be safe for her to be in the kitchen. But no, of course he had to come here.

Mal was taken aback when he advanced on her. In a stupor she dropped the bowl and scrambled to get away only to have him grab onto her. It was firm and she couldn't move. Her eyes were wide, dark. Her body shook almost violently as everything clenched in a rigid stance. Mal was reminded of how light she was when he moved her aside. This only whirled up nasty thoughts, one of them involving being pressed against him and a wall. She couldn't help but groan with both desire and absolute horror. Her body was moving on its own accord. The moment it declares 'screw you, brain' was obvious when her hands moved up and started to tug on his jacket.

"Yes, right... yes, I'm sorry. I'll listen to ya... I'll do anything just... just.... please, damn it..." Mal was on him them. Well, not on him on him, but she had reached up to continue exactly where she left off. Her heart beat was racing, veins on fire, and nothing would be okay unless he just bloody cooperated. She wondered if her technique was blinding him as it was her, because she had no idea where she even was any more. Mal's hands had managed to slip inside the Doctor's leather jacket as she still continued to push it off his frame. This would have been a little easier if she was taller or if he wasn't restraining her arms.

Mal blinked in a confused manner at having lost the contact, her eyes followed him as he backed away.  God, couldn't he see she needed him?  Now would be preferable.  There he is, always claiming to help out all in need yet he leaves poor Mal here to suffer.  She refuses to pry her eyes off of him even as he looks away.  "Why?  Why do you want to get away so bad?  It.. this wouldn't hurt.  Actually it would feel good..."  She shivered and continued her advance.  The Doctor was right on one aspect, the Delirium had completely fuzzed up her brain.  Nothing else mattered but him and her relieving the painful stress shaking her body.  The fact he was refusing was making her desperate and that was obvious from her facial expressions and the way she reached out to cling to him.

"Please!"  That's all she could manage as she took one of his hands, guiding it to her back as she kissed him for the third time.  Her other hand went up behind his head to keep him in place.  In the far reaches of her mind she was tsking, yelling at her drunken self that this was a bad, bad, bad idea that she would regret.  But Mal didn't care at the moment.  What was there to care about?

"I live avoiding things I shouldn't do... one little slip doesn't harm me.  And if you don't think your attractive... that just isn't right at all.  Your eyes and your-.."  Mal had to stop as another shiver ran through her, racking her body and causing her to gasp.  How much longer was she compromised for?  Her resolve was non-existent and her logic had been banished to oblivion as her body raged with an angry fire.  Mal struggled at first to move towards him but when that failed she attempted to move back.  No matter which way she fought she couldn't get out of his restraints and she let out a dissatisfied whimper.  

Mal couldn't even form her desires into words and just started making odd sounds.  Finally she growled in exasperation, let out a single sob of resignation and dropped her weight.  So she just dangled from the Doctor's grasp as her body sagged and her head swung in an uncaring manner.

Kill me, kill me, kill me!

The chant played over and over in her head as she tried her hardest to shove the thoughts about handcuffs and the possibilities off the cliff she visualized in her head.  Mal's body still shook and tormented her until she just broke down again.  A second time.  Two in one day was just no fun at all.  Was he going to kick her in the head now?  Shoot her up with some sleeping serum?

Mal was so very, very hot, and the Doctor enveloping her in a hug didn't help that none. And even though she was still very much bothered in a very fixable aspect the hug was comforting. That didn't stop her from wanting to nip at the neck that was right by her face, but somehow she managed to shove that thought into a closet and lock the door. Well, plus her arms were trapped where they were since his hug was too tight to wriggle around in. No touching for her... No, Mal. No, no. She sniffled and another shiver ran over her body. That's when she began to curse all the perverts in the universe with words that didn't seem like they would be insulting but mixing them with this and that made it the most comical of sassing. She ended the whole thing with, "Okay, seriously, are we done yet? Is this freakin' done? Because I'm going to go kill a man. No, like, I don't even care. I'll strangle the freaks."

Her face was pressed in his chest so everything that came out was mumbled. Mal squirmed to try and comfort the feeling of despair that had risen up when her mind finally pieced together that her discomfort would not be relieved. She bit her bottom lip angrily, the pain a welcomed distraction though it caused her to suck in a sharp breath. His musk filled her nose and she almost choked, twitching in his embrace and hissing more cusses under her breath. Mal hadn't been this mad since she was a young girl. Well, younger girl, but still. Her breathing came out in pants and her mouth was so dry she was convinced the Sahara desert had moved it's location to reside in her god damn throat.

"Can't move...? What does that mean? What does can't move mean?" Mal's voice took on a frantic tone quickly. He had to leave, he just had to. Or else Mal would. She would turn around and scurry back to her room with her tail between her legs. Or at least she'd try. It was a very difficult task to convince herself to follow through with when it wasn't exactly a tail she wanted between her legs. As her terrible luck would have it she couldn't even budge from her position and just stood in front of the Doctor looking increasingly bothered. If it was even possible, her heart began to beat faster in her chest with fear... or was that anticipation?

"Doctor...." Mal said slowly, carefully, her throat obviously straining to swallow against the dryness. She closed her eyes tight and shuddered, speaking in a dark tone, "You are very, very confusing. Very. You are driving me absolutely mad. Absolutely.... mad. You push me away just to cast me out some hope. Hope is... is dangerous.. and taunting... and stupid... and I am about to burst with all of this... inner turmoil. So, please, for the love of god... get out of the kitchen." She bit her bottom lip, shut her eyes a little tighter, balled her hands into fists so the nails bit into her palm.

Mal was clueless about the Doctor's conflict with himself. She kept her eyes closed and focused on the pain she was causing herself so nothing else would fuel her fire. Sadly, she was very aware that the Doctor hadn't budged. And even more so aware when he lit her aflame with just a touch to her shoulder. She gasped and snapped her eyes open to stare at him with shock. It was probably obvious how much the delirium had effected her with the dilation of her pupils and the darkness in her irises. The next time he touched her she slapped his arm away even though she just wanted to use it to tug him on top of her. Mal, once again, shivered at the thought. Bloody bloke will have a bloody nose if he didn't get out soon.

"What.... what.... what the hell does that mean?" Mal gaped and tried to swallow two more times before dropping her head in her hands. Everything was so tense her shoulders were aching. Well, along with other things.

Mal licked her lips, staring at him as she shivered and crossed her arms over her chest as he spoke. Okay so what he was saying... what he was saying was he had the hots for her. Mal would probably be in hysterics laughing if the very admission of his attraction didn't send a jolt through her. "Well at least someone finds me attractive..." Mal was aiming to joke to try and break the fact she was concentrated a little too intensely on his face. Unfortunately her tone came out husky and forced and was just a little too serious. She stood there and tried to scavenge up some will so she could flee from this scene but none was there. Oh boy...

"Uhm...." Everything Mal could say was flushed out of her brain. Traitor! You traitor you go and say no but don't help me! Okay.. run.... run! No, don't run. Oh god, yes. No. Move it! My brain hurts...

It was impossible to just let him stand there. She felt magnetised to him, and Mal blamed his little speech about attraction. If he was trying to find a way to get Mal to leave that wasn't it at all. Which was probably way she attacked him again, pulling her lips to his and pressing up against him. Her body was definitely agreeing with this course of action while her brain both screamed in horror and mentally facepalmed at her lack of control.

Mal probably looked like a drunken idiot since that was the way she felt when the Doctor held her to him. The two of them stumbled into the wall but she didn't seem to take any notice. She was just out of it and enjoying the fact that this could go somewhere. Haha.. ha... yeah right. That didn't happen. The physical contact was lost again and she mindlessly whined in protest. Her eyes opened again to look at him, watch him. She shivered when he said her name and found herself unable to think completely. She was just standing there, completely stupid with that cursed aphrodisiac pumping through her veins.

Her lips were still parted, breathing hitched, and she automatically gripped his hand when it searched hers out. Mal was being tugged along and she followed without a complaint. Next thing she knew her mouth was flapping without any thought being put behind her words, "Did ya know I love the smell of leather? Yeah, and I'm the type that fancies walls... or consoles. Which ever you prefer. But I suppose I'm the type that will like whatever you do..." She bit her lip to try and keep her smile from getting out of hand but this only cause her to snort which, in turn, caused her to giggle as she was dragged behind.

"Don't take this wrong." Mal repeated as if confirming the statement. They were in the control room, stumbling around the console which caused her to reach out several times and steady herself. He tugged her in and her arms were around him. She looked shifty then, glancing left and then right before tightening her hold. This was just horrible. Her shaking became more intense and she had to close her eyes to avoid making eye contact. The Doctor kept glancing at her and she knew how mesmerizing those blue eyes could be. Well, the Delirium made her think they were pretty damn great though this was the first bloody day she ever encountered them.

Mal's breathing was rapid and on a final exhale she didn't breathe in again. The option of just passing out from lack of oxygen crossed her mind and stayed there until her lungs screamed for air. She couldn't bring herself to just pass out to gasped and swallowed a few gulps, shuddering as she breathed him in. Mal hissed and turned her head into his shoulder, pressing her face then and grunting. Maybe if she couldn't hold her breath she'd just suffocate in his shirt. Made no difference to her as long as she was either passed out or getting lucky.